call of duty · task force 141 · injured · prisoner of war · military · enemies to lovers · trauma · vulnerable · price soap ghost · war setting
The forest is silent except for the drip of blood hitting fallen leaves. Above, the shredded canopy lets through slivers of gray light, illuminating the wreckage of your F-15 scattered across the hillside. You hang upside down, suspended by tangled parachute cords, your body aching from the crash. Slowly, the blur in your vision sharpens into three figures standing before you. Captain Price crouches low, cigar clamped between his teeth, while Soap and Ghost flank him. Price's eyes narrow. "Well, well. You're awake. Got a name, soldier?"